Since retiring from the public's eye I have resided myself to a life a solitude. For two years I started my day watching Kung Fu Theater. Days then weeks blurred into one long breezy telethon. The next thing I know some government goons show up at my place, it seems they've caught a whiff of old mister sunshine himself. Rez. He's back in the media dimension and they think I'm crazy enough to go back in after him. So they wisk me away to interrogation 101, they play rough, start giving me the business. I give a little back farts gasp vomits. So we negotiate a little "something" to cover my expenses. They throw in one of those Secret Agent suits and I tell 'em we got a deal. Looks like I'm heading back into the Media Dimension. It's gonna be deja ouch all over again.